AN:Yes, I know. Another one.

I'm actually posting this because the lovely Jencala asked me to do so ages ago.

I'm in search for betas, once more, seeing as I've been MIA for longer than I've wanted. Trying to get back into it, and with a couple of those, it would be easier. None of my stories are abandoned, so… yeah.

Anyway, Jen, this is for you.

Siriusly Wicked

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It's just dinner, she told herself. There's no need to panic, they love you and they want you to be happy.

Now, while that was a logical thought, being logical wasn't necessarily what the Weasleys were known for. She was going to bring her new boyfriend to the Burrow tonight.

Her non-Weasley boyfriend.

Alright, so maybe he wasn't her new boyfriend, but she had yet to make their relationship public. She knew what the papers would say, and frankly she couldn't quite bring herself to care. However, if the press found out, then so would her magical family, and they were an entirely different matter.

They still harboured hope she'd get back together with Charlie, even though they'd broken up two years ago. She knew Molly thought they were going to get married because Char hadn't managed to stay with the same woman for more than three months before her, let alone three years. Frankly she had thought so too, but things hadn't quite worked out the way they had both hoped they would.

She knew Ron was going to lose it, without a doubt. Not because they had dated for a week and a half after the war, but because he knew the man. He had met him and he hated him even though he didn't even know him.

"Should I be worried you're going to leave me if they don't approve?" Her boyfriend came from behind her, hugging her to his chest in an attempt at being supportive. "I had planned on being myself tonight, but if our future is at risk I'll be happy to pretend to be someone else." She knew he was joking, at least half-joking, but she couldn't help the groan that escaped her.

"I don't want you to be anything but yourself." And it was true, she wanted him to be able to be himself with her friends and family. "It wouldn't hurt if you toned it down a tad, though. Specially around Ron," she let out a soft laugh at that.

"I am nothing if not tactful... when I want to be." It was a good thing he amended the statement, she wouldn't have been able to let it go without one clever remark or another.

"Good save," she said with smile. He had a truly remarkable way of making her at ease when she was stressed, which had never been an easy feat. In fact, Charlie had been the only one to manage it before him. No use thinking about that, however.

"It'll be fine. I'll be my most charming self, they'll be weary of me and ask questions they think will make me uncomfortable and I'll answer them calmly, which in turn will make them more tense." He kissed the side of her head and tightened his grip on her.

"Someone will make an attempt at a scathing comment about me being a Slytherin and I'll simply say that I managed to slither into your heart, for which it suited me just fine, and hopefully they'll laugh and drop the subject." He ended his little speech by turning her around and kissing her softly on the lips.

That was most definitely not how it was going to go down. She knew it and he knew it, but for the time being it was more helpful to dream of an ideal scenario than think about how wrong things could go tonight.

"Let's hope that's how it goes."

"Is that what you hope for? Don't you care what they might… I know they're not your friends nor I delude myself into thinking you think they'll ever be that, but don't you care what they think of you? That… That they think of you as the enemy, a traitor?" Her voice had grown small, not wanting to actually say the words out loud.

"Is that what you think?" She shook her head softly, almost dazed into silence by the expression of pure openness in his face. "Then I couldn't care less. I owe them no explanations just as they don't owe any to me. I gave mine to the Wizengamot at the appropriate time, and I gave them once more when I started having feelings for you." His reply was simple, but it reached every part of her.

"I know I shouldn't care, that it doesn't bother you, but it bothers me. I want them to like you, you're an amazing man and I want to share that with them. I want them to be happy for me, to understand that I have something incredible and it should be cause for celebration. I wish they'd understand." Her mood was turning somber but she couldn't help herself.

They wouldn't understand. Especially Molly Weasley.

"They won't make me leave. No matter what they say or for how long, the only way I'll ever let you go is if you ask me to, alright?" He grabbed her face and looked straight into her eyes, honesty shining through every word. "No matter what anyone says, I'm yours if you want me."

They had yet to say I love you, but everything else they had shared or said was just shy of those three words. She looked him in the eye and said it in her mind, she repeated the words in her head willing him to listen to what she could not say out loud just yet.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

"Let's go. I don't want us to be late on top of everything else. I have a feeling I'll be blamed for anything that can be misconstrued as an offence on your part." He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the Floo, gave her one last kiss and with a green whoosh, they were gone.

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AAN: People are always asking me to rec stories and all I have to say is: Kittenshift17.

She is my most recent obsession. Seriously, all I've read I love and I've read almost all of it. She got me reading Dramione and she isn't Shadukiam. That's a feat in and ofitself. Sirimione. Remione. Time Travel. Multiple pairings. SiReMione. Charmione. Fremione. There's sooo much to pick from. Can't say I've read the Death Eater pairing but if you're into that, then surely you're in for a treat.

Enjoy, no need to thank me.